He was sore in places he'd completely forgotten about. And he loved it.
It didn't matter which direction he went. Up or down. Back or forward. Every way was James. Everything was him. It wasn't a race to the finish line but he was going to be selfish and push Conrad over the edge first. Or else he'd get lost in his own moment and completely miss the human equivalent of fireworks going off under him. Wes did his best to burn this moment into his mind. He never wanted to forget. Not even when he was a hundred years old, if he was lucky enough to live that long. No, this was going to be the last memory he'd ever let go of.
He gasped at the sudden feeling of hotness exploding inside him. Sweet James had become an animal, continuing to ravage him just like he'd wanted. Wes couldn't have asked for a better seat in the house and this show had only an audience of one. Watching Conrad hit that hard and bliss-numbing peak was probably the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. He was so close, his whole body shuddered when Conrad put his hand on him again. "Christ, you can touch me like this any day." He put his hand over Conrad's, using their intertwined fingers to thrust himself through.
"Just for you," he whispered breathlessly. The words felt heavy but there was a feeling of relief in them as they fell from his lips. His eyes had never left Conrad, except for those few blissful seconds where the blonde had sent them like bullets to the back of his skull. But as every squeeze and stroke brought him closer and closer, his vision was starting to blur. And his mind with it. "James, don't stop! James!" He didn't even realize his eyes had gone wet until he closed them, his own climax tipping him over like a clay pot to the ground. Shattered but victorious was how he fell forward, a mess of white falling over their hands and across Conrad's upper torso.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd experienced an orgasm this intense. Wes was positive his brain had literally shut off for at least a minute. The only thing he could focus on was the feeling of their chests together, rising and falling as they each struggled for that next breath. Everything was sticky but Wes didn't pull himself away just yet. He lifted his head, kissed the top of Conrad's chest, licking some spot where sweat and cum had mixed. "I think you broke me a little," Wes teased him as he started to push himself back. "I hope you do it again some time soon."